Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 160: Memories
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The sound of train whistle echoed in the air, from far to near, passing overhead, a few seconds later the earth began to tremble, and a deep roar that shook the lungs. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. There was a heavy rain last night. The bomb crater was filled with sewage. The water was soaked with pale and swollen corpses and residual limbs, exuding a nauseating stench.
Sergeant Jackfried Dawgen carried a Mauser g98a carbine on his back, with an m1918 grenade stuck in his belt, and led the remaining three infantrymen in the class to retreat to the north along the muddy road.
The counterattack of the regiment reserve has been defeated, the Marne River has become the end of everything, the battalion was completely destroyed by the enemy’s shelling, and the front companies and platoons lost their unified command. After a nightmare night Later, the hungry and cold remnants of the German army raised the white flag and surrendered to the French army. Only a handful of people broke through the cracks of the French army through the dawn.
"Squad leader, take a break." Senior soldier Hans Burt suggested to Dogen. They have been marching for four consecutive hours, and their physical exertion has reached the limit.
"Resting in place, GreenDoug is on duty." Dougan looked at his watch and agreed to the upper class's request.
"What kind of battle is going on, all the high-ranking officers are stupid." Bert sat on a rock, squeezed the soaked cigarette case into a ball, and threw it into the mud puddle by the side of the road.
Dougan turned his head and glanced at the old man, then silently took out his tin cigarette case from the hem pocket of his uniform, and handed it to Hans Bert.
"Thank you, monitor." Burt took the cigarette pack embarrassedly.
"Do you want one too? Klein." Bert opened the cigarette case and passed it to his comrade on the other side first. Private Rowan Klein glanced at him, reached out and took a cigarette from the cigarette case.
"How about you? Greyhound." Burt asked the high-ranking soldier Harry GreenDoug who was standing guard on the side.
"Okay, come one." The superior soldier nicknamed "Greyhound" wiped his hands on the front of his uniform, and then picked up a cigarette from the cigarette case.
"Squad leader, walk two kilometers to the north and you will see the river bank." Burt took a cigarette, and then handed it back to the squad leader Daogen.
"Be very vigilant at this time. You may encounter the French reconnaissance unit." Daogen took out a cigarette from the box, and then carefully tucked the painted tin cigarette case back into his uniform pocket. in.
"Don't worry, Greyhound's eyes are brilliant." Burt took out an Austrian kerosene lighter from his pocket and lit his cigarette.
"Watch out for the plane!" Greyhound warned loudly. Daogen quickly raised his head and saw that in the gap filled with gunpowder, a few small shadows faintly revealed.
"It's a fighter plane. They won't waste bullets on the heads of us soldiers." Dogen put down the carbines.
"Squad leader, what should we do when we go back, I am afraid that there are only three of us left in the whole company." Bert asked.
"The third company cannot be rebuilt. We should be recruited into the reserve force as usual." Daogen let out a smoke ring.
"Squad leader, will we be demobilized from above?" Burt looked at the squad leader expectantly.
"The French are still advancing, we can't stop their offensive at all. Do you think the upper side will let us leave the army at this time?" Daogen shook his head and replied.
"You know more, squad leader, I'm just a farmer, and I don't understand the situation or strategy at all." Bert nodded in agreement with admiration.
"A troop is coming, it's ours." The Greyhound yelled again, then jumped onto the road and waved his hand vigorously to the distance.
"Are they our backup force? If so, they were late for a long time." Burt stood up with a cigarette in his mouth.
"It should be the division reserve team, is it still going to continue the counterattack? Are the staff members crazy?" Daogen put his rifle on his back and walked onto the road, carefully wearing his helmet.
"Salute!" Seeing the troops approaching, Daogen issued orders loudly. The four German soldiers stood upright and saluted a major officer who was walking at the front of the line.
"Company, keep going!" The major gave an order loudly, and then left the queue and walked towards Daogen.
"Which troop are you from? Are you left behind?" The major walked to Daogen, first glanced at the fourth-level Red Eagle Medal and the Non-commissioned Military Meritorious Cross on Daogen's chest, and then raised his hand. After returning a military salute, those who can get these two medals will not be deserters.
"The second battalion of the 57th Infantry Regiment, the third company and a row of sergeant Jack Fried. Daogen salutes you, sir." Daogen reported loudly.
"Fifty-seventh regiment?" The major was stunned.
"Yes, sir." Daogen answered with his head held high.
"The intelligence said that the 57th Regiment was annihilated yesterday." The major frowned.
"In fact, we lasted all night, sir, didn't break out until morning." Daogen replied.
"Understood." The major turned to look at the marching troops, then turned around and said to Dogen: "I am Marvin Graf von Ku, commander of the third battalion of the 702nd Infantry Regiment. Major Emberg, now you are under my command."
"But, Lord Earl." Daogen offered a military salute to the opponent: "According to the rules, we should report to the division headquarters.".
"Call me major, sergeant, it is an emergency. The division headquarters has retreated to the North Shore early this morning, and now I am the highest-ranking officer on the front line." Major Kuhnberg waved to Dogen: " Keep up with the team, soldier, I still have some questions for you."
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"Are you sure that man is Count Kuhnberg, a former German army major?" Weierle frowned and looked at Dogen.
"I thought I had forgotten him a long time ago, but when I saw that face, all the memories resurfaced in front of me again. I can swear to God that that person is Marvin von Kuhn. Major Borg, commander of the 3rd Battalion, 702 Regiment." Daogen nodded affirmatively.
"He just looks older, and his appearance hasn't changed much." Dogen said: "He may have not noticed me, or he may have noticed but didn't recognize me, but he can Understand, who would have thought that the army infantry sergeant had now become a SS colonel."
"Hitler was just a corporal, Dogen." Weierler winked at Dogen: "Now do you think this earl wants to be against the Führer? Is there any basis?".
"He is dead, and I found his name on the list after the war. In the legal sense, Kuhnborg is already a dead man, general." Daogen said.
"I see, now that a dead person suddenly appears at the press conference in the Chancellery. This is really suspicious." Weirler pinched the cigarette **** in the ashtray in the corner of the corridor.
"The head of state asked me to come to you, and try to deal with this hidden danger without disturbing the reporters." Daogen said hesitantly: "I personally hope to catch my mouth. Anyway, he used to Is a hero.".
"Heroes? I have seen a lot of heroes. He is the first to come back from the dead." Weierle took off his military cap and stroked his hair.
"In this way, you go to Dissenhofen, we can set up a small trap." Weierle told Dogen in his ear.
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"This is authentic Norwegian cod. In a restaurant in London, this plate will cost me at least two pounds." Wakewood sliced the fish and showed it off to his new friends.
"Is that right, I have never liked fish very much." Mr. G or should call him Count Kuhnborg, with an elegant smile on his face.
"You are an Englishman, how come the English don't like fish." Wakewood swallowed the fish in his mouth and picked up the white wine on the table.
"You are an American, why do you like to eat fish so much?"
"Actually, I like everything that is delicious, and my ancestors are Scots." Wakewood pointed to the red hair on his head.
"Well, you can see it, Mr. Wakewood." Kuhnberg smiled and nodded.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Henry?" At this time, a man in a civil servant's tuxedo walked to the table and asked politely.
"Yes, I am Henry."
"Mr. Morris Henry of the Daily Mail." The man added.
"Yes, what's the matter?" Kuhnberg took his napkin and wiped his mouth.
"I’m sorry, I’m Stefan Hill of the Press Secretariat. I’m going to hold a meeting between the head of state and reporters in a while. Your name is on the list, but we didn’t find the question form filled in by the Daily Mail. ." Hill replied.
"Symposium? Ah yes, of course, didn't you find that form?" Kuhnberg was taken aback for a moment, then put on a surprised expression.
"Yes, Mr. Henry, this kind of thing rarely happens. We need these forms as archives, so if it is convenient for you now." Hill looked around: "If it is convenient for you, can you make up immediately Fill out a form, otherwise we will regretfully cancel your question."
"Understood, just fill it in here?" Kuhnberg frowned.
"No, you need to go to the press office first." Hill replied.
"No problem, then let's go, Mr. Hill." Kuhnborg put the napkin on the table, then stood up.
"I'm sorry, I'll be back when I go." Kuhnborg patted Wakewood's arm.
"It's okay, I'll keep you wine, Mr. Henry." Wakewood nodded understandingly.
"Please go here." Hill led Cohnberg to the side entrance of the restaurant.
In front of the door stood a guard flag soldier carrying a rifle. He looked at them up and down carefully before turning sideways and letting out the door.
"Come with me, Mr. Henry." Hill said to Kuhnberg with a smile, opened the door and walked out of the dining room.
Kuhnberg stood in front of the SS soldier, first looked at the second-grade iron cross **** the buttonhole of his uniform, and then looked at the black warrior that was pinned under the breast pocket. After the injury medal, he nodded to the soldier, turned and strode out of the door.
"Here~IndoMTL.com~Mr. Henry." Hill waited at the turn of the corridor.
"This is really a magnificent building, Mr. Hill." Kuhnberg said with a smile.
"I quite agree with this, Count Coonborg." At this time a voice sounded behind Coonborg.
Kornberg stood still, he raised his head and took a deep breath, then turned around calmly, still maintaining an elegant manner.
"Long time no see, Major Kuhnborg." Dougen respectfully saluted the other side with an army salute. Behind him stood a row of guard flag soldiers with live ammunition.
ps: I feel unwell, the update is late, sorry.
There is only this chapter for today, and the owed chapter will be added tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
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